Stream of conciousness thread

I'll start it you can continue.

In the midst of Arabian desert tiger jumped me. He says: "Whata fuck are you doing in my desert."
"I'm just a poor traveler Mr. tiger, sorry. I'm searching for the Valley of Buddhas in Afghanistan."
"Ok, ok", said tiger, "You can go now, but if I see you again, I must travel with you, because is so damn hot in this fuckin desert.
"Okay, Mr. tiger, you can go with me next time, there are some nice shadows in the valley, so you can rest it."
"Cool", said Mr. tiger and puts Coolio's Gangsta Paradise on his cassette player....

going boom boom but the thing is about that is that sometimes the booms are too loud and you turn into an 80 year old curmudgeon and you are just bitter and you want to smack everyone, not hard. Well? yeah hard, totally hard. so hard you have no idea how hard but that's why there's noise laws in 50 plus communities, actually i dunno i just assume there are. Plus ww3 is probably gonna happen soon. I'd prefer it not but it's been said for years, all I know is I want popcorn, and it feels like lately the only way to make difference politically is to lick the politians balls while simultaneously lining their pockets. I probably did this wrong this is my stream of conscious

What am I watching here? Was that okay? Are you telling me to scream? I knew you were if you told me but no, you won't ever speak no more and it is up to me to guess. I cannot really fathom why this is a thing with you, just listening to that cassette player, as if your best friend just died. Over and over, without really connecting to the world outside, and I know you aren't agreeing to whatever I might mention out loud, it is rather dark and cloudy but then again, you ought look yourself in the mirror because this is a monologue of you speaking to yourself as if you were someone else.

Tom Cruise is Tom Cruise because Tom Cruise said so. The clown doesn't want to kill the man, in fact, he isn't a clown at all. He rips off his costume and actually, he is the man's father. All the boys and girls outside a school line up against a fence nearby and scream, "You get him Mister Clown!"

when all the winters go by
and we celebrate christmas, DEAR FATHER DEAR FATHER, I love my sister and brother
Dear family and friends
I cordialy bow to you all and dance off the scene in to oblivion
the void calls my name I no longer wish to have
so I dance confidently through life ready to jump into the bin

"i shut the door and in the morning
it was open
-the end"

Olemn slammed his hammer and from the sparks on the metal of his anvil came the spheres of the heavens.

Sayrah blew life into the spheres and they moved. From her wheel she weaved the names of people in to mystery.